In my dreams you are near
bringing a quiet shiver to my soul
Do I fill your thoughts as you have arrested mine?
Paralyzed by the flames in your eyes,
I long to gaze into their deep mystery
and unlock their magical control...
Just once more
Your words have melody
with chords I can't seem to cut
and bridges I've yet to burn
Each note torturously plays the song of my surrender
and exposes my eager thirst for your love
I crave to taste the lips of their origin
and the flavor of their composer...
Just once more
There is no secret place of innocence
your sweet poison hasn't infected
or the bondage of addiction's
quiescent endurance hasn't chained
I desire to share one priceless evening
under the watchful eye of twilight in your arms...
Just once more
Your masculine array of chiseled thighs
and humble strength
constantly glide across my mind -
taunting my emotions
and ignoring my protesting heart
I lust for the touch that has thrilled my sensations
like no other...
Just once more
Failing to extinguish the fire of longing
that burns deep inside my denial,
the way you move me has plucked
a thousand yesterdays from my grasp
causing the hope of final purging to perish
My thoughts ponder if death is better
than a love such as this
I am forced to pretend that I am whole,
you are less than everything wonderful,
and all is well...
Just once more
Yeah, I like your works. They
Yeah, I like your works. They almost feel like my own experiences. Interesting...
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passionate lady,
i wish i could be the inspiration for a poem like that. i am undoubtedly disappointed that i have read a masterpiece about a man of your dreams, this i'm sure of. you have crippled me for life now, no woman will ever save their last thoughts for me like this.
i am not feeling sorry for myself, im just cring :-D
maybe she didnt die but her words will perish for eternity never to describe another love with what has been written. to her this is love and she has cursed it.
just kidding :)
no seriously
william